Things I Love Thursday!

I always love my bad, bad black cat.

I also love:
Coffee - My coworkers and I are on a constant coffee see-saw. Some days we are virtuous and drink none and talk about how it's really So Much Better to Not Drink Coffee, and how we feel so very much better without that nasty caffeine. Other days (ahem, today), high-mindedness goes out the window and we suck down our coffees with a mixture of guilt and relief. Today, I was the one to break the seal and announce I was heading out to Coffee Bean. The others all looked up with glee, as if I'd just announced that I was going out to get buried treasure, and practically threw money and triple-tall-latte orders at me. Now WE FEEL GREAT.
Resort collections !!! - Oh gosh, after all my hating on Spring/Summer '08, Fall shows helped a bit and now Resort '09 is MAKING MY DAY. Just look at that Prada. Mm, mm, good. No more silk highwater pajamas, thankyouverymuch. I know they were editorial fodder and everyone was all goo-gah over how Art Nouveauuuuu they were, but every time an actual person wore them, they looked absurd. Blech. Welcome back, pretty pretty dresses and sparkles and belts! Hurrah. And obviously, Thursday love to all the other designers with their fabulous Resort collections, too.
Consignment stores - I have a carload--literally--of clothes to give away. I purged my closet when we moved a few weeks ago (so satisfying! and purifying! and life-simplifying! and...space-for-new-clothes-making!!), and now all the rejects are sitting in bags in my backseat. Some are destined for Goodwill (or my fave local thrift shop, Berda Paradise), but there are some really nice vintage things that I think deserve a better home. Hello, consignment stores! I started shopping at them back in D.C., where Secondi is the reigning consignment champ. Here in L.A. there are several, from super-high-end (like Decades) to less so (like where I'm headed). Squaresville is a great option, always, and Animal House is fun. Take a few minutes and read this interesting NYT article about how the crappy economy plus the hipness of recycling is resulting in more and more women doing their big-money shopping at consignment stores.